The rest of us sat down with him. “I am just concerned you may be a fair-weather slave and want to quit when you discover some of the expectations t...hat are placed on you. The look on your Master’s face when we told him that you are not permitted to use a bathroom in this community was priceless,” Mike said. It seemed like Mike was inferring my father might be a fair-weather Master.“I was just surprised,” Dad shrugged. “I have a lot to learn about the way things are here. These rules have been. Feeling your juice flowing onto my tongue and tasting its sweetness as I swallow it. I want you to orgasm on my tongue as you feel it slide into you, just before I push my throbbing dick inside you. I want to make you cum Summer, and I want to feel it on my dick when you do.''I don't do meets babe, this is purely for fun, been let down so badly by someone that I am never gonna let that happen again, all I can offer is someone to chat with and somewhere to escape to when you need it, here in my. Brad could never hold his drink; as usual he had got a bit tipsy and could hardly stand. I had to help him walk home with his arm around my shoulders. I had to fish out the keys from his pocket. I walked him upstairs to his room and as we reached the top landing, the light came on, which startled me. Brad’s dad stood there, in the hallway; he wore only a pair of boxers. He was a well-built tall man, strong arms, well defined abs and wide upper body. Looked like a body builder. He looked at us. After a few thrusts from her hips and Ashlee's hand it felt comfortable. Ashlee felt another squirt building and watched in awe as Sam squirted almost into the hot tub. Sam was too wound up in her own pleasure to give any to Ashlee. The squirting was amazing to Sam, but took its toll on her physically. She felt lightheaded and closed her eyes after the last one. As she lay there, Ashlee rolled away and got up to see what the noise was emanating from her room. Ashlee stood in the open doorway.